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“But,” Shirakawa pointed to the mind maps, “you’re still adapting these stage plays and forcing characters into them.”
"Isn't this good...?" Maki browsed through the mind maps herself and felt that there was nothing wrong with them.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Shirakawa stepped forward and pointed at the notebook.
Shirakawa's finger was right in front of her, and Maki stared at it, wondering why she wanted to suck on it.
"The reason why these stage plays are called classics is that the various plot arrangements and emotional changes are arranged just right. If you rashly add a character, it will definitely disrupt the order of appearance and easily cause logical contradictions with the preceding text."
"Yes..."
Maki, a dual-SIM dual-standby, was both drooling over Shirakawa's fingers and listening to his advice.
"Moreover, our staffing is predominantly female, so some dramatic conflicts may not have as strong an impact due to gender differences."
Shirakawa had studied some theoretical knowledge.
Generally speaking, people's level of sympathy for characters in a story after they suffer a tragedy is high.
Adult men > boys > adult women > girls.
For example, if a daughter were abducted, most viewers would be very anxious and want to rescue her.
If the husband were abducted, most viewers would not think there would be any problem.
Going deeper, kidnapping a young girl by a mature older man is one feeling, while kidnapping a young boy by a mature young woman is another.
“I see.” Maki also thought that what Shirakawa said made a lot of sense.
"So, given that things have come to this, how should we resolve this?"
"Hmm, let me think... could we rewrite the script using the existing cast and create a more interesting one?" Shirakawa suggested.
Perhaps he was so engrossed in talking that Shirakawa's body unconsciously moved closer.
"So, does that mean all the work I've done has been for nothing?"
Maki could smell the scent around Shirakawa growing stronger.
If Shirakawa wants to change it, he can change it; she has no objection to it. She said these things only to deliberately extend the topic and make Shirakawa unconsciously get a little closer.
That's good, that's good, a little closer, a little closer.
Her legs were slightly pressed together, and the fabric of her panties acted like sandpaper, constantly rubbing and teasing the pink fabric as Maki's legs moved slightly.
The magnitude wasn't large, but the stimulus was effective.
Shirakawa simply thought that Maki's painstaking efforts had been rejected by him with just a few words, and was a little unhappy, so he quickly added:
"Of course, your adaptation is also acceptable. These are just my suggestions. Rewriting the script may indeed be more work and riskier than adapting it. However, the performers and audience members are all students, so I don't think anyone will have such high expectations for the script."
"Really? What would they want to see?" Maki's question came out of nowhere.
There was nothing she could do; she was also quietly getting closer to Shirakawa, and the heat in her body was getting stronger and stronger, and she felt that she was almost there.
We must keep the conversation going and not let Shirakawa get distracted or notice the ambiguous distance between us.
Shirakawa pondered earnestly, quite engrossed: "I think it's fun. Isn't the whole point of coming to the school festival to have fun? We're just going to create some minor conflicts and romantic subplots, some impactful storylines, and even simulate some exciting fight scenes and romantic comedies, as long as the logic is sound. The students will definitely love it."
"Yes...uh-huh!!"
Maki gave a coquettish cry, pressed one hand on Shirakawa's shoulder, buried her head low, bit her cherry lips tightly on the fingers of her other hand, and her body trembled slightly.
"Hey, you're shaking..."
Before Shirakawa could finish speaking, he covered his mouth.
He understood instantly...
No, these Mido sisters are a bit too perverted.
Sisters are all the same.
I was seriously writing a script, and you were doing this right next to me.
However, to avoid embarrassing Maki, Shirakawa had no choice but to pretend to be calm and act as if nothing had happened.
The color on Maki's dress was also slightly smudged.
"Yes, I understand." Maki raised her head, her mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, and even the small red knot in her hair had shifted off-center.
A slight warmth emanated from his body.
She tried to calm her rapid breathing, but she couldn't.
I could only swallow my saliva.
They were so close that Shirakawa could hear her swallowing.
"I will change it according to what you said, Shirakawa-kun," Maki said with a charmingly breathy voice.
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Shirakawa was fully aware of Maki's actions, but pretended not to know anything and asked, "Maki-neechan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, he casually helped Maki's arm.
"No, don't touch me!"
Maki swung her arm, and if Shirakawa were to touch her at that moment, Maki would easily lose control and forcefully push Shirakawa down.
Fukada's presence prevented Maki from interacting with Shirakawa as usual.
She saw Fukada-senpai's thoughtfulness and understanding.
Compared to the clueless Maki, Fukada-senpai is definitely more charming.
She felt a deep sense of inferiority. She, who had always been excellent and perfect and had never lost, was completely outshone by Fukada.
She was eager to spend more time with Shirakawa and get closer to him.
This sense of inferiority and urgency led her to become even more fascinated than before.
"I'm so sorry." Maki realized she had unintentionally been harsh with Shirakawa and quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to be mean, it's just that..."
"You don't need to explain, Maki-nee, it's good that you're alright."
Shirakawa is constantly thinking of countermeasures.
Maki is indeed beautiful, and she likes herself. Shirakawa knows this too, and it's a happy thing to be liked by a pretty girl.
However, he already had a complicated relationship with Sakura.
If Maki and I develop a relationship like that, with the two sisters taking turns visiting Shirakawa, the truth will eventually come out.
Besides, with the two girls taking turns juicing him, Shirakawa's body really couldn't take it anymore.
We need to quickly find a way to "correct" Mito Maki.
Maki took a deep breath and said, "I feel much better now. Let's continue discussing the script. I'll revise it according to your suggestions."
Make the changes as I instructed...
Judging from Maki's flushed face and swaying body, she didn't seem like she would listen to what he said.
Looking down, I saw the remaining warmth and glistening liquid slowly dripping down the chair leg.
Shirakawa quietly distanced himself from Maki.
Do you remember what I said?
"It's just about writing new scripts based on everyone's character settings, adding some fun, romantic comedy, and action, just to make everyone happy." Maki had returned to normal, except that her face was still a little red.
Huh? She's quite a genius; she can do that kind of thing while still listening attentively to a lecture.
"However, I have read very few scripts, and there is only one stage play with a male lead. I still don't know how to write it."
Maki was telling the truth; the only movies and comics she had ever been exposed to featured a male protagonist were probably just those little erotic novels.
Shirakawa thought of a harem, but he wasn't shameless enough to stage a harem drama in front of the entire school.
"How about playing a hero Quest for Dragons?" Shirakawa suddenly remembered this popular console game in Japan.
This kind of performance should be very popular with high school students.
"A hero fighting a dragon? How do you even act that? You can be the hero, but the dragon..."
“Like this.” Shirakawa took Maki’s notebook and scribbled on it. “I’ll be the hero, Nikaido will be my knight, Hoshimiya Shio and Hoshimiya Rin will be the king and her attendants, Sakura will be the dragon, and Jackie will be the mysterious scholar who passes by and gives directions.”
After Shirakawa finished writing, he took a quick look and found that each character's personality and the role they were suited for matched perfectly.
It's also thanks to Midori Sakura, who wanted to be the one to severely persecute the male protagonist, that Shirakawa really couldn't figure out who to cast as the "villain."
"And what about me?" Maki asked expectantly, pointing to herself.
"Princess...right?"
"Princess?!"
Maki was overjoyed and covered her flushed cheeks.
As expected, Shirakawa also had feelings for me; otherwise, why would he have given me the role with the most screen time and the closest relationship with the male lead?
Seeing Maki like this, Shirakawa sighed silently in his heart.
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